"So you guys all live in the same apartment? Do you like have your own rooms?" Dara sat opposite a very nervous Daehyun, whom she had been left with ever since Yongguk's rash departure.

"No, most of us share, except Yongguk Hyung. He has his own room that doubles as a personal recording studio" Daehyun replied.

"Like Chaerin", Dara smiled, "what is Yongguk like at home? Is he a clean freak like our CL-roo?"

Daehyun grinned at revealing his Hyung's habits, "well.... to be honest with you..... Yongguk hyung is a bit of a dork..." He glanced around, making sure the man in question was out of ear shot.

Dara giggled, "sound cute".

"Not really", Daehyun sighed, "he can be very annoying, this one time with...."

"Who can be annoying?" A deep familar voice interrupted him.

Daehyun felt his heart drop a little as he observed Dara's eyes light up at the man standing behind him. She didn't take her eyes off him as he sat down, "Yo, Daehyun. Whats up?"

"Hi Yongguk", Dara waved cutely. Her cheeks slowly turning a shade of pink.

Yongguk just starred at her glumly before bowing. She was really the last person he wanted to hangout with, especially with what Chaerin had told him, however she seemed stuck to Daehyun, who besides Chaerin was really the only person he knew at the party. "Ummmm.... I need to go to the bathroom" he stuttered, before downing his drink and walking away.

Dara looked at Daehyun, pouring him a big drink. "Here you go, noona just needs to step out for a bit", she smiled, "i'll be right back, help yourself" she motioned to the almost full bottle on the table.

* * * * *

Yongguk washed his face for what seemed like the hundredth time. He still couldn't believe how pear shaped the night had become. What he had intended to be a way of getting closer to Chaerin had ended up with him in a bathroom avoiding the hell out of everyone. Maybe he should just make an escape, leave the party....

"Damn! Chaerin's got a nice rack"

Yongguk froze as the infamous YG twin dancers walked into the bathroom and headed for the urinals.

"You were so lucky to get that gig. If I had her grinding on my lap like that, I wouldn't be able to control myself" The first one continued.

"It was hard, trust me", the second one laughed, "I'm pretty sure she felt it too".

"And?"

"Well, nothing... she's a professional, real classy despite her image. She didn't even bring it up".

"I bet she's a pro, if you know what I mean, all class till you get them in the . Oh how I would love t